  I went to Market yesterday, And it is like a Fair Of everything you'd like to see; But nothing live is there: —The Pigeons, hanging up to eat; And Rabbits, by their little feet!— And no one seemed to care. And there were Fishes out in rows, Bright ones of every kind; Some were pink, and silver too; But all of them were blind. Yes, everything you'd like to touch.— It would not make you happy much, But no one seemed to mind. And loveliest of all, a Deer!— Only its eyes were blurred; And hanging by it, very near, A beautiful great Bird. So I could smooth his feathers through, And kiss them, very softly, too: But Oh, he never stirred! |
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